After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

The young Qin Ge puffed his cheeks angrily, but couldn't beat Song Deqiu.

Xia Qianqian hurried over, panting and said, "I, my porcelain clay..."

Song Deqiu's ultimate goal was not Xia Qianqian, so he didn't even look at her, but looked at Qin Ge with provocative eyes.

"Master Qin Ge, who is this?" Xia Qianqian pretended to be confused.

"Song Deqiu, the second youngest member of the Song family." Qin Ge said in a loud voice.

"Oh, it turned out to be Young Master Song! The Yintang is full and handsome, this is the posture of the dragon and the phoenix among people!" Xia Qianqian handed over and complimented Song Deqiu sincerely.

Song Deqiu sneered: "Women should be reserved, you are so glib."

"Oh, there is no way, the family is poor, there is a blind mother at the top, and a younger brother and sister at the bottom. In order to make a living, I have to act as a man and go north and south." Xia Qianqian sighed and began to walk the path of misery, "Master Song, this is my bankruptcy. China clay, please raise your hands high and let them out of town."

"You bought it?" Song Deqiu looked at Xia Qianqian. The cloak on his body is worth a few dollars, but the shoes on his feet are patched. It's nothing but gold and jade, it's a failure!

"Yeah." Xia Qianqian nodded fiercely, and Shui Lingling's big eyes flickered at Song Deqiu, "Song son, don't worry, this inferior porcelain clay can only burn some coarse porcelain for firewood, rice, oil and salt, and it will definitely not threaten the Song family. "

Song Deqiu raised his chin arrogantly: "Song Jiaci has no rivals yet."

These words are obviously stepping on the Qin family. Qin Ge stomped his feet with anger. Did the Song family win the recent porcelain contest? No, the Qin family won! So Song Deqiu, why do you say "Song Jiaci has no rival yet"?

Qin Ge wanted to go back, slapped Song Dexing in the face, taking Xia Qianqian into consideration, and suffocated it.

The Song family actually didn't need to embarrass Xia Qianqian, but it was aimed at the Qin family. The hapless Xia Qianqian, how does it taste like as a sandwich biscuits?

"That's, that's..." Xia Qianqian glanced at Qin Ge and continued to be a dogleg without his conscience.

Song Deqiu smiled with satisfaction: "Actually, it's easy to let me go. Qin San Gongzi knelt down for me, admitting that Qin Jiaci is not as good as Song Jiaci."

"Don't go too far!" Qin Ge jumped up, completely exploding his hair, "If you have gold under your knees, how can you kneel for shameless people like you?"

"Then the third son of Qin, keep your integrity." Song Deqiu sneered and waved to order, "Remove all the china clay and fill the road!"

Xia Qianqian's face changed drastically, and she ran over to stand in front of the convoy with open hands, "No!"

It was all the porcelain clay she bought for her money. It was the basis for her to burn porcelain and the first step for her to make a fortune!

"Pull her away." Song Deqiu was not the lord of Lian Xiangxiyu, and ordered mercilessly.

With his own strength, Qin Ge couldn't compete with Song Deqiu, who was carrying more than 20 famous artists, and stomped home to move rescue soldiers.

"Unloading! All unloaded and filled the road for me!" Song Deqiu shouted arrogantly.

Although Xia Qianqian has great strength, her hands are hard to beat all the punches, and she can't protect seven china clay carts alone. And the Qin family can't save the fire nearby. When Qin Ge moved to rescue the soldiers, the china clay was all unloaded. Even if the vehicle is reloaded, the loss is inevitable.

Just when Xia Qianqian was so anxious, Gu Changsheng arrived.

"Stop!" Gu Changsheng jumped from the carriage and walked quickly towards Song Deqiu, "Song son, please stop!"